Happy tennis fan
My knees hurt. My legs are cramping up. It’s 11pm and I need a drink badly. The crowd is yelling in my ears. Do I have the strength left to finish this match? Could I possibly hold out for another set, then probably another one after that?
And all I’m doing is sitting in the front row at Rod Laver Arena in Melbourne, watching the Australian Open men’s singles semifinal between defending champion and world number 1 Novak Djokovic and world number 4 Andy Murray. I could easily get up (Well, during the changeover), walk to the Lacoste Lounge outside, and have champagne, oysters and prawns so fresh they leap off the plate, while gawking at models with razor cheekbones.
Who am I kidding? No one is going to budge from their precious seats until this epic is over.
Answers to questions you might be asking, unless you wandered onto this site purely by accident >>>
February 1st, 2012 at 16:28
im not into tennis, but when i have read about Lacoste and it’s support to our crocodiles.. :)
February 1st, 2012 at 19:49
“When he’s receiving he bends low with his knees far apart, his butt sticking out, his upper body moving from side to side. There’s something rubbery about him, a bit like Jim Carrey in The Mask, and though he is attractive there’s a plucked chicken aspect to him. When Djokovic mops the sweat off his face with his wristband he looks like a cat grooming himself.”
OMG, you just nailed this description of him! The Mask and cat indeed!!!!
February 2nd, 2012 at 17:58
“His old breathing problem recurs in this match and he brings out the nasal spray, but the problem goes away when he regains the lead.”
My peborit part. Ha!